it's hard to ignore a dragon that keeps demanding your attention

[destruir]

[It's your responsibility to do as I command, Alduin says. You're a tiny insignificant being which makes you my servant, he says. Roar, roar, roar. Nag, nag, nag. Apparently when a dragon gets bored, they just complain a lot. Exhibit A:]

I see you are considering Paarthurnax over me, mal aar, because you assume he will be easier to deal with. Easier to interact with lesser creatures. His so-called "kindness" is weakness! That vax, that traitor, will die if you bring him. Naal dii rax, rok fen dir! By my teeth, he will die!

[Good grief. Calm down, Grumpy Gus. I'm just saying, it's really annoying when the majority of people around here are humans and you just try to eat them instead of talking.]

Watch your insolent tongue, joor. [A huff as smoke unfurls from his nostrils, a warning of the fire roiling in his throat that he is prepared to unleash.] They are not worth my time. You are hardly worth my time.

[And this is why Paarthurnax is starting to look like a better idea in terms of... you know, actually getting to meme and stuff.]

You have been warned of the consequences for treachery, mal aar.

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[no_longer_caged]

[He's seen a lot, so this shouldn't shock him but still...*draws blades*] Hell no!

[destruir]

[Ah, another bold human who would challenge him. Alduin rears his head up, studying the young man with condescension.] You dare raise your blades to the World Eater, joor?

[no_longer_caged]

[He wasn't expecting it to talk. That gives him a pause.] I thought you were some kind of new Titan. [He doesn't lower his weapons.] I dare. I don't have a whole lot of trust for creatures as big as you. In my world, they try to eat humans.

[destruir]

"Titan"? [Alduin knows the word, but it doesn't conjure up any images in his mind.] No. I am a dov. A dragon. [And if his face were capable of grinning, he would be right now. Instead, there's just amusement in his deep voice and a glint in those red eyes.] You are wise not to trust us.

[shoutingmatch]

[Excuse the Dragonborn while she just stands here and laughs at u bro.]

[no_longer_caged]

Oh? Why is that? [Eren is liking this less and less. It's clearly a sentient being, but if it's a threat to humanity it won't matter. He'll still take it down, dragon or titan or whatever the giant lizard wants to call itself.]

[cheese_for_everyone]

Poor little world eater. Can't even eat a sweet roll without his mun's say so.

[destruir]

[Yes, yes, you and his mun are just so hilarious, keep laughing at his expense. Please, Dovahkiin-- stand there while Alduin opens his mouth and blasts fire at you with a sharp, 'Yol!']

[destruir]

[Meanwhile, Alduin is just getting more and more agitated while his mun is keeling over with laughter because it's true and he doesn't want it to be. It's even worse because this guy is a Daedra. He hates your kind. Especially that Molag Bal jerk, but Sheogorath might be inching his way up there with him at this rate.]

Silence your tongue, meyus Deyra, and begone with your petty games.

[cheese_for_everyone]

Tough talk for someone who gets beaten by a mortal. Dragonborn or not they're still mortal.

If you want me to stop you'll have to prove me wrong. Go ahead. Break your mun's - which is short for mundane just to remind you - command and strike me down.

[destruir]

Mortals are lesser creatures to be dominated, and if they do not serve, they are destroyed. I alone feast on their souls. [It ought to be no mystery why he is called the World Eater.] Do you still wish to challenge me, joor?

[destruir]

I recall a time when the same could be said of you, Deyra. Around the Oblivion Crisis, if I am not mistaken. [True, he was still lost in time during that era, but Alduin has spent more time than he would like getting schooled on his lost history, thanks to this wonderful place.] There exist extraordinary mortals, but they are rare.

I am mighty, but not foolish. Deyra are not easy prey.

[cheese_for_everyone]

Ah yes messy business that.

You know these mundanes are quite interesting. We wouldn't consider them mundane at all. Powerful beings we might be but they could alter our very form.

For instance, just as an example of course, your mundane could put you into the form of a mortal if they so desired! Maybe a grumpy old Nord. Maybe a Dunmer?

This is all for sake of example of course. Why would ANYONE turn you into a mortal? You hate mortals.

[Wink wink, nudge nudge. He'd totally trade a magical artifact to see this happen.]

[destruir]

[Oooh, what kind of magical artifact?]

Vuth tol! Do not encourage her!

[cheese_for_everyone]

Perhaps the Wabbajack? Transformation for a transformation seems fair, but I'm open to suggestions.

[and now just completely ignoring Alduin.]

[destruir]

[The Wabbajack! Always keeping things interesting. You never know what'll happen during a fight. Count me in!

Alduin despises us both and is making it known in a string of Dovahzul, which is going on ignored while his mun goes to work her magic. There was a mortal design for him somewhere she really liked...]

[no_longer_caged]

Want me to show you want we think of creatures that try to oppress humans where I'm from? [The sentence is snarled.] If you're that desperate to find out, then yes, I'll challenge you. [Forget the 3D gear. He's raising his hand to his mouth to bite it and go full Titan on this arrogant reptile.]

Excuse the patchwork icons, waiting on a commission

[shadowsgambit]

[It's a dragon. Oh drek, it's a dragon. No getaway vehicle, no backup, no nothing, just her and her drones and that won't do a thing if this turns ugly.

She has no choice but to try to talk her way out. Six points in Charisma, don't fail her now...]

I can't say I've had the honor of meeting a dragon before. So, what language is that? Some kind of Fourth World holdover?

[...It could have been worse.]

[son_of_durotan]

[Have an Orc arching an eyebrow and snorting rather amusedly.]

You're supposed to be an ancient dragon? You look like one of Onyxia's runts, let alone trying to rival the Aspects of Azeroth.

[koishi_komeiji]

Koishi... Just stared. She leaned in closer slowly, her green eyes wide and glowing brightly. She took off rather suddenly, flying up and trying to wrap her arms around Alduin's neck.

"Dragon! Big cute dragon!"

Koishi. Don't try to hug the bringer of the apocalypse.

[of_her_own_accord]

Good grief. I guess dragons have an ego regardless of which world or timeline you're on.

no worries! it's the writing that matters, after all, not the icons.

[destruir]

[Yes, good, this one is showing some respect... which is more than Alduin can say for most of the other creatures that have been approaching. That takes his temper down a few points, at least.]

We have become disappointingly rare. [The disgust is thick in his voice, but eventually transitions into some degree of pride when he speaks again.] Dovahzul, the dragon tongue. Every word harnesses power if spoken properly. [A beat as his red eyes fix on her, scrutinizing.] I do not know what "Fourth World" refers to.

[destruir]

[Wow, rude. (But true.)]

Raaz fosoth nid, size speaks little of true strength. [A lesson he has begrudgingly learned recently. But hey look, it's working in his favor now.] No matter the size of others: my might will conquer.

d y i n g, this is beautiful

[destruir]

[Fearlessness is one thing. Tiny little human thing trying to hug him is definitely another. This is so unprecedented that Alduin might even be a little startled. Unfortunately, this means he immediately lashes out, roaring and snapping his jaws at her in retaliation.

Big cute dragon isn't very friendly.]

[destruir]

We are born to rule, wah rel avok atumei nahlii. The Dov are superior to all.

[In other words: yes. And this guy has the biggest ego of them all in his world.]

[destruir]

[A deep rumble echoes in Alduin's throat-- a laugh. With a fierce gust, he beats his wings and lifts himself into the air.]

Zu'u eim hin jur, I accept your challenge!

She's going to get her hug. One way or another! Maybe they'll even go out for milkshakes later.

[koishi_komeiji]

The snap, like most physical attacks by large creatures, is quite telegraphed, allowing her ample time to dart through the air and out of the way. Catching her would no doubt be difficult, being one of the more elusive figures in a world that thrived on bullet-hell duels and dodging.

She faded from his perception for a moment before appearing again, perched lightly on his back between his shoulder-blades and just in front of his wing joints. She promptly flopped forward, hugging him, her cheek squished against his scales. "Mister Draaagon! That's not nice! Don't be so grumpy!"

Koishi pls. You might be an ancient beast of myth and legend but you're really tempting fate here!

FFFF as long as that milkshake is made with the souls of the dead

[destruir]

[What is this trickery?! Never has he seen a creature move so swiftly. Surely she's not mortal! He tries to look for her, all in vain, until suddenly there's a shift of weight on his back. She better not be sitting on him--! No, no, it's much worse than that, he realizes as he feels her flop against him and bring her arms across his thick neck. Never before has Alduin been hugged. He's the dreadful, terrifying World Eater! This sort of thing isn't supposed to happen!

By some mixture of rage and a wounded ego, Alduin immediately starts propelling himself into the air, thrashing violently in the effort to throw Koishi off of him.]

Gaar zey, hi hefhah ulfah! Release me, you idiot creature!

[Have you seen a dragon throw a temper tantrum, Koishi? Because if not, this is what it looks like, right here.]

That can be arranged! Souls 'n Strawberries is a popular malt flavor in Tartarus.

[koishi_komeiji]

Koishi 'eep'd softly as Alduin took to the air, the little satori only clinging more tightly. She couldn't get her arms all the way around his neck, and his scales were a bit slippery, but something else was winding around his neck. Slender blue tentacles had slid from her sleeves each one ending in a flexible heart-shaped spade. It at least proved she wasn't human, not that it made the situation any better.

Secure as she was, she did flop around and bump her cheek against his scales as he thrashed and turned in the sky... but... She was laughing. She was having fun while riding on his back.

"NoooOOO!" Her voice went a little shrill as he moved more violently, the little youkai positively squealing with joy. "Not until you stop being so gruuummppyyyyy!"

[shadowsgambit]

[It's working? It's working, she can hardly believe her ears. He's not hostile, maybe she can get out of here alive, after all!

But what was that? Dragons should know better than anyone about the cycles of the world that she only had the barest grasp of.]

Uh...you know, the cycles like the Mayans figured the world works in?

[Unless this dragon is actually from a world so early that hadn't been figured out yet? Just trying to imagine life without magic in the world, with only humans, her grandparents' (and parents', to a point) Fifth World, was a little headache-inducing. Imagining history as reality has always been hard for her, and the existence of the worlds before those people were still alive to talk about were but abstract concepts to her.]

[son_of_durotan]

[When you go toe-to-toe with a dragon large enough to have a raid ON HIS BACK, Alduin just seems... tiny.]

Just remember that goes both ways, dragon. I've faced down your kind before and will likely do so again. Those who rely solely on their own power to conquer cannot defeat me.

Dragon VS Titan! Go!

[no_longer_caged]

Epic Battle Ensues?
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